The Italian's Price
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Passing the letter to Cesare to read, she'd watched his jaw tighten, then left him to it and studied the photograph enclosed with the letter. Jilly, wearing a plain white sheath dress looked fantastic. And smug. Her groom was portly and balding and looked immensely proud. But not as proud as Cesare had he had most feared had almost come about because it had taken her a good hour to work things out think logically, shook her to the core. She coiled her arms around his neck her voice a thread as she whispered, ‘Kiss me.'
And he obliged with all the dedication and enthusiasm in the world. ‘when and if fortune blesses us and that happens.' He gave her that wicked grin that told her that it wouldn't be for the want of trying.
But if she never came face to face with her twin again that would be OK. Just knowing she was happy, had someone to care for her was enough.
Bestowing one last loving look on her beautiful sleeping son, she left the nursery, meeting Cesare on his way there. Clad in wet swimming briefs his hard male physique spangled with water droplets he was enough to turn her knees to jelly.
‘I've been in the pool,' he stated superfluously. ‘I forgot the time. Have I missed bedtime'?' 'You have. But he won't hold it against you.'
‘Pity. It's the first time I missed out on tucking him in.' He reached for her, one hand at her tiny waist, the other busy with the tiny buttons on the front of her cool voile dress.
‘To tell the truth, I was too busy fantasizing about what I would do when you joined me to remember the time. Take this off and I will turn fantasy into reality.'
‘I've got a better idea. Much better. Her heartbeat accelerated. She took his hand and led him into their airy spacious bedroom. ‘It's a good two hours before we eat.' When they were here they took their meals on the balcony overlooking the old town and the glorious panoramic view of the bay.
Enough time , I think. '
‘Just about ' he considered huskily, discarding her dress his hands moving with practised ease to the fastening of her lacy bra. ‘Do you know how much I adore you'?' ‘If it's half as much as I adore you,' she breathed, revelling in the sensation of wanton expectation as he slipped her matching briefs slowly down to her ankles, then I will be satisfied.'
Ah, but I'm insatiable! I'm always coming back for more, you should know that by now' he groaned as he tumbled her on to the bed, shed his briefs and proceeded to show her exactly what he meant.